"Actually speaking, the name of Puxiu Temple is not as good as that of Qieting Temple. During the previous dynasty, it was just a few dilapidated temples in the busy city, with more than 20 ancient cypresses, and a blind old monk guarding the incense."
The old shopkeeper said with a bit of reminiscence.
Xu Maoxiu and Fan Jianglin in the room are not from the capital, so they have never heard of these things. Although Li Dashao, who was just called, grew up near the capital, he has always been bored in the kitchen and knows very little about the gossip in the capital.
Not to mention, they arrived in Beijing later than Xu Maoxiu and others, so everyone listened very carefully.
"...Later, Master Jinghui traveled here and devoted himself to promoting Buddhism. He was not afraid of hard work, running around and preaching, and working hard at night. It took twenty years to transform this landscape of broken bricks and tiles into a majestic Buddha statue."
The shopkeeper said. [Note 1]
Although no one believes in Buddhism, twenty years of hard work is still worthy of everyone's admiration, and everyone in the room nods.
"As for other Buddhist rules, I don't understand." The old shopkeeper laughed again, "Master Jinghui passed away on March 20th. Since then, Puxiu Temple has held great rituals at this time every year. It has been passed down to Zen Master Minghai, Minghai
The fine Zen tea brewed by the Zen master has made the Dharma Conference even more famous, and Zen tea is hard to find for large sums of money."
"Tea?" Fan Jianglin couldn't help but interjected and asked, "Tea for us?"
"The dishes are all dishes, do they taste the same?" the old shopkeeper asked with a smile.
Fan Jianglin also laughed.
"Then Shopkeeper Wu, what are you going to do? Are you going to ask for a bowl of tea?" Li Dashao also interjected and asked, "There will be customers in the shop soon. If nothing happens, I will go..."
The old shopkeeper glared at him.
"Girl Banqin is here, what are you busy with?" he said, "I have nothing to do to talk to you about Buddhism?"
Li Dashao curled his lips and stopped talking.
"Speaking of Zen Master Minghai's tea." The old shopkeeper continued, "In order to get a bowl of tea, many people tried their best. There was once a big barrel merchant who spent thousands of dollars to buy a vegetarian meal and offer it in exchange for a bowl of sencha."
"Wan Guan?" Even the girl stared in surprise this time, "Just for a bowl of tea? Is it worth it?"
The old shopkeeper twisted his beard and smiled.
"I don't know if a bowl of tea is worth it. I only know that it's worth it to make the capital famous." He said.
Xu Maoxiu nodded in confusion.
"So, what you, the shopkeeper, mean is that we also have to offer vegetarian meals," he said.
Shopkeeper Wu nodded.
"Yes, we are going to offer vegetarian meals." He said.
"But where did we get Wan Guan?" Li Dashao couldn't help but said.
"Not everything in this world requires money." The old shopkeeper said, then looked at Xu Maoxiu and smiled, "So I need to bother my boss and talk to my wife to see if there is any way to enter the market?"
Sometimes in this world, relationships are more powerful than money.
And someone who can write such good calligraphy must be very relevant.
Xu Maoxiu nodded.
"Okay, I understand, I'll go tell my sister." He said.
"But, I think our current reputation can be considered established, right?" Fan Jianglin said, pointing outside.
There were people coming outside, making a bit of noise.
"It's here, it's here, look, look at that plaque..."
There were people talking loudly in the commotion.
"This word will soon spread throughout the city." He couldn't help laughing.
Is it still necessary to go to such trouble?
The old shopkeeper raised his head and looked out the door, stretched out his hand to twist his beard, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"My boss, I am good at words." He said, "But we are a restaurant here, and food is the right way."
There was drizzle in the courtyard, and the water dripped from the rockery and fell on the bamboo mat. It accumulated and became thick and struck the stone on the other side. The crisp pattering sound passed through the drizzle and entered the house.
Banqin in the corridor was startled and looked over, then smiled to himself.
Because Cheng Jiaoniang moved in, everyone felt that this was their home, so they unknowingly and carefully arranged the courtyard. The maidservant arranged it with her own hands. She brought bamboo mats and used them in the courtyard even though spring water could not be diverted from the capital.
Receive running water.
"First of all, my grandfather liked this and said that he could listen to Zen sounds." The maid laughed.
The regular rising and falling sound in the quiet is really similar to the beating of wooden fish in the temple. It is indeed the sound of Zen.
Banqin smiled again, straightened up and walked to the door of the house.
Inside the house, Cheng Jiaoniang and Xu Maoxiu were sitting upright.
"Mr. Lang, please have some tea." Banqin said, kneeling down and pushing the tea over.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at the tea in front of Xu Maoxiu.
"Tea," she said, "is quite good."
The bowl of water that Banqin held up was stunned for a moment.
Madam, you want tea too?
"Yes, I also think Shopkeeper Wu's idea is good. The Zen Tea Party is an opportunity." Xu Maoxiu said.
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded and stretched out her hand.
Banqin hurriedly handed over the water and watched Cheng Jiaoniang pick it up and take a sip. Then she felt relieved and bowed her head to exit.
"Banqin."
As soon as she walked out of the door, she heard the beautiful lady Neili called out, and she turned around subconsciously.
The maidservant who was kneeling behind Cheng Jiaoniang had already responded.
"Is this what Chen Shiba Niang was talking about to me?" Cheng Jiao Niang asked.
Banqin lowered her head, turned around, and walked out the door. The rain had subsided, and the courtyard was full of spring air, fresh and fresh. She took a deep breath, and walked along the corridor with the tray in hand with a smile.
"Yes, Madam, this is what the Eighteenth Madam invited me to." The maid smiled and said, "Shopkeeper Wu is right, there was such an anecdote back then. The vat merchant was prosperous for a long time, and later he opened a restaurant. Although it is not as good as before,
It’s not bad after all.”
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded.
"Okay, I understand, but you don't need to buy any Wan Guan Su Zhai." She said, "Just stick to it."
"Blindly?" Xu Maoxiu asked.
"It's enough to be novel." Cheng Jiaoniang said, and after a while she pondered, "Just use tofu, it will kill two birds with one stone."
Xu Maoxiu didn't ask again and answered yes.
"Also, sister, although business has been good recently, it is still not profitable, so I need to take some money." He added with a calm expression.
Cheng Jiaoniang turned to look at the maid.
"We don't have much money now," the maid replied hurriedly.
Xu Maoxiu had some worry on his face.
"There's no rush, we'll wait until the Zen tea party is over." He said hurriedly, smiling again, "After the Zen tea party, maybe we won't need to take any more money to subsidize it."
Cheng Jiaoniang also laughed.
"Brother, there is no need to worry." She said, "You come to me to ask for money. I don't know how many people want to thank you."
Xu Maoxiu smiled in confusion.
"Banqin." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
The maid hurriedly responded to her instructions, but Cheng Jiaoniang paused for a moment.
"Call that Banqin," she said.
The maid was stunned for a moment, and so was Xu Maoxiu.
Another Banqin? Unknowingly, my sister has collected so many Banqin here?
Hearing what the maid said, Banqin couldn't believe it, and with some panic, she came in and knelt down to salute.
"I remember you helped me find patients before?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked.
before…
Madam, I still remember the past.
Banqin couldn't help but the circles under her eyes turned red again.
"Of course I don't remember, I just remember that it seems to be written like this in your notebook." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
"Yes, madam, it is my lady who asked your slave to go to the street every day and listen to people chatting and talking, and then come back and tell you about the diseases that you heard about. Then you will cure them, and I will pretend to be a coincidence and get close to the family of the patient.
, thus attracting them to come to you for diagnosis and treatment." Banqin said, although his voice was still a little trembling, he was not speechless.
"Now, go around the streets and see if anyone talks about me again, and what they talk about most, and tell me when you come back." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
Banqin excitedly saluted.
"Yes." She said tremblingly. When she raised her head, tears fell on the mat, but this time the tears must have been sweet.
When the rain stopped, the sound of reading in the side hall also stopped.
The two maids outside the door looked at each other.
The other one pursed his lips and smiled, waved his hand at her, then he knelt down and leaned forward to look through the crack in the door.
In the hall, a young man was leaning on the couch, covering his mouth with his sleeves and yawning loudly. There was a book thrown on the ground.
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Note 1: This story is taken from Berlin Temple in Zhaozhou, Hebei Province.
Supplementing yesterday’s second update, and asking for fans’ votes. (To be continued)
